Page 29 of Their Little Helper

“Good boy. Do you want a penile orgasm through some kind of manual manipulation?”

I.

Green.

No thinking.

Just color.

Fast.

Fast.

Fast.

“Is a mouth okay?”

Green.

Had anyone ever asked me that?

“Hand?”

Green.

Shouldn’t that have come before mouth?

Oh wow.

Daddy wanted to put his mouth on me.

“All done.” Daddy collapsed into me as Papa came back in the room with my juice in a tall thin glass with a special straw just for me. “And before the drama queen got back.”

That did not make Papa happy.

But my straw made me happy.

“What did you do to our boy? He looks exhausted.” Papa frowned as he came over and sat down beside me, pullingDaddy’s legs onto his lap. “You were supposed to cuddle with him.”

“I did.” Daddy didn’t look guilty even though he hadn’t exactly told the truth. “We just played a quick game and got a few things sorted out.”

Papa’s eyes dropped down to Daddy’s color shirt. “Limits?”

“Yes.” Daddy gave Papa hisI’m proud of yousmile and it made Papa even more growly. “Good job. You were right the first time.”

Dangerous games seemed to turn Daddy on.

“You and I are going to have that switch conversation faster than you seem to want if you keep fucking with me.” Papa’s rough, low tone had me getting nervous but Daddy moaned.

He moaned.

“Stop that. It’s confusing me and turning me on.” Daddy’s response confusedmebut it made Papa smile. “Fine. No cheating, though.”

Did he like the kind of angry tone?

Did I have to like the angry tone?

The way Papa smiled as he looked at me made me think that was just for Daddy. “Here’s your juice. Are you still feeling okay?”

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